I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 150

Silence enveloped the car, and the atmosphere grew heavy. Isabella

moistened her lips. Her voice emerged, husky from her parched throat. “No.”

Seth anticipated her response. He warmed up slightly, and he brushed his

fingers across the steering wheel. “I observed your performance throughout

the entire time you were in the conference room.”

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Isabella felt a tremor in her soul. She tried to recall everything she had said

that afternoon. All the things she had said just to spite Angelina now became

her own punishment, biting her in the rear.

“I had no idea you were so… ambitious,” Seth continued mercilessly.

Isabella closed her eyes and opened her mouth, but she couldn’t utter a

word. She didn’t even need to watch the surveillance footage to know that

she had put on a perfect act for Angelina, and everything she had said was

ambitious.

Seth pulled over by the roadside and listed out all of Isabella’s actions,

tormenting her. “Your resignation and refusal to continue your contract were

just a ploy to gain my attention?” He rolled down the window and leisurely

rested his hand on the edge. With his other hand, he opened the glovebox

and retrieved a packet of cigarettes.

Isabella remained lying on the seat. She could hear Seth smoking, and she

said

the cigarette smoke was scorching her skin, burning her.

who had a crush on a boy, only for her

feelings and reject her.

saying, “Sorry, we’re

was tough, she still couldn’t

told him she had said those things on

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too much like an excuse. No one

Seth.

her hand and wiped her face while

calm down. You have nothing to be afraid of.

pep talk to herself, Isabella

rear-view mirror

woman would kill to

Seth frowned, something stirring in his heart.

had witnessed in the afternoon and

stated Isabella wanted to be

the president’s wife.

for five years and tended to your needs every day.

you told me to and never left you. Even if you were an

would be hard for me not

and praised Seth

swirled around in the driver’s seat. Some

relaxed. Isabella tried to guess what

back of his head. She could only rely on her

get. Sometimes my mind snaps out of it, you

her hair, speaking calmly. “You’re not

so why are

fake, but the last part was true. Maybe she had

it, so it sounded genuine. Seth

little schemes, and after she said the last part of that

said in the morning. That

don’t want me to hold